TELL ME NOTHING Lyrics

[Hook:]
Black diamonds, black scullies, straight thugging
15 years when I started husslin
Ain't a real nigga till I die, boys nothing
If you ain't workin with a million you can't tell me nothing
Turn nothing into something
I turn nothing into something
If you ain't workin with a million you can't tell me nothing
Nah you can't tell me nothing

[Verse 1:]
If you ain't worth a ticket I don't wanna talk
I keep a yalk on me that's that Memphis talk
I never take her home to my spot 'cause these bitches talk
They send a nigga to my crib you get Atlanta chop
No serenity for these bitches no love for these niggas
You lil and will pay all our bills but she love me nigga
Like a porn star how she fuck me
I ain't gonna lie I felt guilty, to know that's the mother of your children
Rollin up, pour me a cup, P we in and niggas don't like me
But guess what I don't give a fuck
I drink syrup till I get stuffed
On the phone with my plug talking big buck

[Hook:]
Black diamonds, black scullies, straight thugging
15 years when I started husslin
Ain't a real nigga till I die, boys nothing
If you ain't workin with a million you can't tell me nothing
Turn nothing into something
I turn nothing into something
If you ain't workin with a million you can't tell me nothing
Nah you can't tell me nothing

[Verse 2:]
Broke niggas like it but that fighter bro
How you gon' tell me something you ain't got no money bro
And your stupid ass sleeping on my furniture
RIP but my pockets all be punisher
Tip gray woulda fuck it like a bunicher
What time is it who the fuck you callin country bro
I lost it all, got back out and ran my money y'all
It seem like yesterday without my my my first helmet y'all
Then walk up, pull out, back to back now back into a bus
Fuck a show, slam with piles on my 12 buses
These under gready or the recognition too busty
If you a boss then why the fuck you shoot dustin'

[Hook:]
Black diamonds, black scullies, straight thugging
15 years when I started husslin
Ain't a real nigga till I die, boys nothing
If you ain't workin with a million you can't tell me nothing
Turn nothing into something
I turn nothing into something
If you ain't workin with a million you can't tell me nothing
Nah you can't tell me nothing

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn'tIt was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fightingIn World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26In Vietnam he was 19In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today25 miles west of SaigonI really wasn't sure what was going on

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combatIn Vietnam were arrested since dischargeTheir arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same ageThere are no accurate figures of how many of these menHave been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration studyConcludes that the greater of vetsExposure to combat could more likely affect his chancesOf being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the warThey won't forget what they've seenDestruction of men in their primeWhose average was 19

De-de-destructionDe-de-destructionWar, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, warDe-de-destructionWar, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop shipsBut the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combatPerhaps the most dramatic difference betweenWorld War II and Vietnam was coming homeNone of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of themNe-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of themNone of them received a hero's welcomeNone of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration studyHalf of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from whatPsychiatrists callPost-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guiltSome succumb to suicidal thoughtsEight to ten years after coming homeAlmost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony